This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you'd be doing something like this. You never saw youself as...I don't know how you'd describe it, as like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, or who spend hours gazing at the waves, or the sunset or... I guess you know what kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kind of like it being like this...fighting the cold and feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through to your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneth your feet...and the smell. and the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talk about in the books that you haven't read. This is you. Who'd have guessted? You.